And so begins the story of Neal and Betsy. More specifically, Neal is about to tell Betsy how he’s not right for her, how he is not the world traveler that she is, and that he won’t be able to support her in her accustomed lifestyle. Complicating matters is Eric. Apparently, Neal isn’t so keen on being involved in a love triangle.
I found this story scribbled on both sides of the paper sleeve inside of the album Tomorrow.
(They were a short-lived psychedelic-rock group who recorded in the late 1960s. I have the Harvest reissue, put out in 1976. It sucked me in at the used record store because it mentioned Steve Howe on the cover. The music was nothing special, but it was interesting to hear early Steve Howe, with more than a few hints at what he would go on to do with Yes. I’m writing this long parenthetical insert because it seems like the most efficient method of passing on the this information, which isn’t really relevant to what’s going on outside of the parentheses.)
What a find! Like a little time capsule from 1979. This is one of the unintended benefits of collecting things, the detritus of life that gets stuck to objects. What will happen when we no longer collect things? A kind of modern archeology will vanish.